


Nine Heroes of Legend

by Navar4477



Category: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
Genre: Action/Adventure, Combat, Crossover, Gen, Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Wolf Link (Legend of Zelda)
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2020-05-28
Updated: 2020-05-27
Packaged: 2021-03-03 05:34:04
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,162
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24409630
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Navar4477/pseuds/Navar4477
Summary: Linked Universe, an AU created by Jojo56830 on Tumblr, tells us of the interactions between the various Links found within the Zelda franchise. These heroes joke, explore, travel, and fight side by side against an unknown foe who has brought them together across time and space. But... how did this come to be? How did they meet? What have they accomplished together? These questions forced this story into being, so I hope you enjoy.
Comments: 8
Kudos: 86





	Nine Heroes of Legend

**Hero of Twilight**

Link held his lantern out in front of him, stepping over the moblin bodies. At least, he was pretty sure they were moblins, he’d only heard of them from the stories Rusl had told him back before… well yeah, before everything had happened. Before he entered the twilight, before he turned into a wolf, before he met…

Gripping his sword a little tighter, he stepped over another dead moblin.

He prodded the next creature with his sword, its lifeless body covered in various sword-related wounds, the killing wound a stab in the chest. The moblins could’ve gotten the drop on Link had they not reeked of rotten meat and that slightly-off scent most monsters had. A smell between smoke and dried blood; it lingered on most monsters, even the more “refined” monsters like Darknuts, but on moblins and their ilk the scent was strongest.

The fight hadn’t lasted long, only three monsters had attacked him, but Link knew there were more. Their scent crawled all over this… well, whatever this place he was in was. Link didn’t quite know where he was, though he had quite literally walked right into it.

He’d been travelling between the Hidden Village and Kakariko, stopping for the night in a dead-end cave he’d camped at several times these past few weeks. His fire pit was as he had left it, but something had felt off as soon as he’d arrived. A new smell, a shift in the cave’s natural scents. The air had a blanket of musty air laying over it, smothering the fresh air beneath it. Link had to leave Epona nearer to the road, she was far to skittish. Whatever was different had her on edge, and since she was on edge, so was Link.

It wasn’t too far into the cave when he came across the source: a large purple-black arch just inside the cave’s entrance. His sword already drawn, Link prodded at it, noting how the shadows clung loosely to his blade as he withdrew it from the darkness. Magic. Link stared at it for several minutes, he’d looked at it from several angles before he lit his lantern, and stepped into the darkness.

Then, because of course it would, the magical archway vanished, leaving him in his current situation wandering some sort of old labyrinth. He had hoped to simply see the cave behind it, some form of distant wish for normalcy, but of course Link couldn’t be so fortunate.

Sure, the new location was dark, dingy, and smelling of monsters, but it was no cave. The uneven, rocky floor of the cave was gone, replaced with smoother stonework. The walls and ceiling were hand carved as well, scattered old pillars holding the roof overhead. After trying, and failing, to get his bearings, Link had traveled _very_ cautiously, moving from room to room in the apparent labyrinth. Some rooms were overgrown with roots and other plant life, some had unlit torches in sconces, one had water running through gaps in the stones. He’d been thankful for the drink, however odd it might have tasted.

The worst thing about the place had been the stench of the monsters. moblins, keese, and even a handful of unarmored stalfos stalked the various rooms Link fought or snuck through. A monster’s den if he’d ever seen one. Or, thanks to his other form, smelled.

Link was just thankful he had remembered his lantern before leaving Kakariko, changing into his beast form would have been torture, given the stench of the labyrinth without that wolf’s nose.

Unluckily, all of Link’s wandering had gotten him turned around, and the monsters knew he was here now. This ambush was proof and would likely be the first of many. The rest would likely prove just as futile as this first attempt.

Whoever their master was, most likely some half-bit sorcerer getting a bit trigger-happy with his summons, he would give up some answers as to why he had brought the Hero here, before earning a swift demise, or a kick in the rear. But first, Link had to find the wizardy bastard.

He peeked into the next room, lantern out. This room had some of the torches lit already, so most likely he’d already been in here. That or the monsters were getting wise to his lurking and were now trying to find him. Shrugging some lingering aches out of his joints, Link marched through the room while keeping a wary eye on the lingering shadows near the corners.

Monsters in general were way too quiet for their size, but the monsters in here were on another level it seemed. The only noise he was able to pick up was his own lightly treading footsteps and the soft crackle of the torches. Beyond that, Link could pick out the trickling of water and a whispering breeze. He’d tried to follow the air currents before, but it seemed to persist everywhere in the labyrinth blowing in from random doorways and cracked walls.

Peeking into the next room, Link swore and dove forward, a large club slamming into the doorway with a solid thwack.

Another ambush.

Link rolled to his feet, sword already in mid swing as he cleaved into one of the moblins. It‘s short squeal of pain was covered by the howl of the other three in the chamber, already closing in on the lone hero. Link threw his lantern at the closest, forcing it back as it’s tattered rags quickly set ablaze. As it batted at the flames, stammering in whatever language monsters spoke, Link pulled back his sword, deflecting one of the large clubs to the floor.

The moblin at the doorway finally turned to the battle and instead of approaching, it threw something at Link through the near darkness. Turning his blade back up, Link spun out of the way and pulled the unfortunate moblin that had been attacking him toward the airborne weapon, which hit the monster’s head with a resounding crack.

The moblin and, oh, a boomerang, fell to the floor. Link adjusted his grip as he glanced at his attackers. Four moblins, three left. One was still battling flames, its spear lying abandoned on the floor. The one at the door, who had thrown the boomerang, was angerly raising a club to charge at Link. The last had just let loose an arrow.

Link grunted as he rolled backwards across the floor, snatching the boomerang from the tiles as the arrow whizzed overhead. Carrying his momentum upward, he threw the wooden boomerang at the bow wielding moblin and continued the roll up to his feet, ready to lunge.

Before the boomerang had reached its target, Link had lunged sword first at the closer, fire-stricken monster.

The grunt of the now stabbed creature and the thwack of the boomerang on the bowman’s head didn’t cover up the battle cry of the clubber behind Link. His sword was stuck fast in the chest of the dying moblin, so Link ducked, feeling the wake of the club above his head. A loud crunch echoed in the stone chamber as the clubman launched his stabbed ally across the room. Link’s sword followed the body to the far wall, leaving him unarmed, but not out yet.

Link kicked up the spear from the floor, caught it, and stabbed it into the clubman who stared confusedly over at its brother across the room. The spear pierced the moblin’s leg, just beneath its rags. It howled and swung at Link again with its club, drops of moblin blood spraying into the air. Link had already hopped back and out of reach, the club missing by a hair’s breadth.

Moving quickly, Link stepped into the moblin’s guard, gripping the spear still lodged in the moblins leg with one hand, and seizing its wrist in his other. In a fluid motion he turned the spear up and twisted the monster’s wrist. It roared in agony, a sickening crunch resounding from its clearly broken leg. The club dropped from its hands, and the moblin fell to the floor, shuddering.

Dropping its arm, Link stepped back and kicked at its gut, hard. The mobllin fell back, gripping its leg. It muttered something in its guttural language and looked up just in time to get slammed in the face by its own club. The moblin sailed across the room before landing in a heap by a pillar. Link just stood there a moment, leaning on the club as he gathered his wits.

Link sighed as he let the club drop to the ground. He had underestimated the monsters in this labyrinth, though it would not happen again. He retrieved his sword and lantern, cleaning the blade and relighting the lantern. Looking himself over again, just to be sure he’d finished unscathed, he continued through the maze.

There were a few more times where monsters tried to jump him, mostly moblins, then some kind of fire-wielding creature. Covered head to toe in orange robes, it hurled fire in the general direction of Link. It was a horrible shot, but when it was working with the moblins, or as well as monsters can work together, it was an annoying threat.

It was several hours before Link saw the sun and the sky again. He almost missed it, a small crack in the wall. The fresh air had been what tipped him off to the thin barrier between him and getting out of these horrible ruins. He would be back, eventually, but he’d be back with Rusl, Ashei, and Auru. Maybe Shad if he mentioned the ruins. This place was too much of a maze and had taken far too long to escape to not go back in without reinforcements.

He swore as he pulled out his Barne’s Quality Bomb Bag and reached inside. His last bomb. He cursed under his breath. He had every intention of stocking up in Kakariko when he got back. Setting it down near the crack and lighting the fuse, he ran back to the previous room, covering his ears.

It was a deafening blast, with such confines as the maze, but the waft of fresh air after the dust had settled was… well it was a breath of fresh air. Link rushed out the gap, breathing in the crisp, non monster, air. He basked in the cool breeze, his arms held out and his eyes staring at the clear blue sky.

He frowned, noticing the sun. Noon. He’d been in there at least twelve hours, though probably more. He briefly looked at his surroundings, his frown worsening.

“Shit.”

His bearings were not with him today it seemed. He was in a thin canyon, similar to the ones he had been travelling in between Kakariko and the Hidden Village, but past that there were no landmarks to be seen, no Death Mountain or the distant towers of the slowly reconstructing Hyrule Castle.

Higher ground then. He needed higher ground.

He scrambled up the weathered walls of the small gorge he had found himself in, hauling himself up by small cracks and shrubs until he made it to a small landing higher up and above the opposite landing. Direct sunlight and a sharp wind hit his back, and he almost let out a contented sigh. Turning slowly, keeping his balance, he looked behind him.

“Fuck.”

He was on a low point on a mountain, below a large lake separated a forest from the mountain’s edge, two islands dotting its surface. The forest stretched over hills and valleys to the south, to the east the forest thickened up against grey cliffs, and to the west he could almost make out a smaller lake, glittering in the noonday sun.

Where in the world _was_ he?

Link muttered a curse and jumped from his perch and across the small chasm he had emerged into, landing unsteadily on a much easier slope of the mountain. He took a few steps forward, looking over the terrain again.

That was not Lake Hylia; this lake had islands and was not set into a massive basin. The southern forest was unlike his Faron or Ordon, the trees giving ample room to ride even a cart through. And the western forest and lake didn’t fit at all. Those cliffs to the west didn’t fit either. He gritted his teeth, finally admitting he was lost. That damn wizard that brought him here in the first place must have moved him across continents, or at least across mountains.

Link stopped his drifting hand, closing it into a fist. _She_ might have had an idea, some remark on how they’d beat up the wizard and find their way back, but he was alone. He didn’t need to be a wolf, not yet at least.

He lowered his clenched fist, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Not yet. Not until he had a plan to guide his beastly self.

First, the situation. Woke up in an underground labyrinth, probably transported by a wizard. It had happened once, shortly after he had killed Ganondorf. Easy conclusion to jump to, considering the similarity. It was a labyrinth positively swarming with monsters, and Link could not get through them easily. Too many close fights with the fire things and the moblins. Too risky for the wolf to enter the dungeon alone.

Second, not in Hyrule. So, no backup from The Resistance, not even Rusl. That was out. It didn’t look like there was a town anywhere below the mountain, at least not in sight. He’d have seen smoke from cooking fires, or maybe smelled something on the-

Wait a moment. Link peered down the mountain, watching a lazy plume of smoke drift into the sky. People? It was possible, though it could possibly be more monsters making their lunches. Link stood a moment, weighing the possibilities.

With a shrug, he reached under his tunic, touching the dark crystal hidden there. It started like a thousand needles pierced his hand, then fire moving through his bones across his body from his fingertips. A grinding creak as bones shifted and reformed, his skin prickling as a thick fur coat grew out of him. All at once his vision went black, and he fell to the ground, grunting as the magic fully enveloped him in darkness. Then, like someone turned on the lights, he could see. The pain nothing more than a distant memory as he shook his fur into a more comfortable position and set off.

He’d stopped waiting for the weight on his back about a month ago.

On two legs, the mountain would have been difficult. Thin stretches of more favorable terrain were intersected by cliffs, gravel slopes, and thin canyons where small animals would fall in to die. Not on purpose, mind you, but it obviously happened frequently enough judging from the smells as Link jumped these pitfalls easily. His four-legged form easily maneuvering the mountain’s hazards.

He’d picked up on the smoky scent of the distant campfire, using it to guide him in the right direction; his eyes, now sharp and quick, focused on keeping his footing. It was an easy sprint for a wolf, much harder for a Hylian or human. Though, he did have to pick his paths carefully. More than once he’d almost turned too close to a dropoff, scrambling on the edge to avoid falling down the cliffside. It was dangerous, harrowing, and the most fun he’d had in weeks.

Sure, he had been helping the eastern villages rebuild, but that was rather tedious. Boring even at times. He longed for this, Link admitted to himself. An adventure in a new land scratched that itch deep within his being. He knew he would have to go back eventually, but he could enjoy this. Or at least, he’d let himself enjoy the good parts.

Link took in another, deeper breath as he slowed down. Definitely closer to the fire now. He could also smell something cooking? He barely managed to hold down his previous meal as he questioned the chef’s sanity. He shook his head, trying to clear that stench from his nostrils. It was awful, smelled like someone just took a hunk of meat; bones, muscle, skin, and fur, then simply thrown it over a fire. Absolutely foul.

It HAD to be monsters. No sensible person would be able to stomach that stench. Link rubbed his nose in the dirt before shaking his head and stifling a sneeze. There would be no avoiding that goddess awful smell, but it was like a beacon in the dark. Easy to follow.

Link snorted, clearing out some of the dirt, snarling as the smell returned. Well, best to get a move on. Be it a poor chef or moblins, keeping on the move was his best course of action. Kicking up dust, he continued down the mountain.

By the time he reached the edge of the forest, the sun was halfway to the horizon. Cliffs, trenches, gullies, and boulders had formed a natural maze across the mountainside. Some things Link had managed to simply jump over or squeeze through, others forced him to turn back and find a new path. He had to shift form only once to get a drink from his waterskin. Shaking out the last few drops and shifting back to his beastly form, he continued the rest of the way down.

Ahead, sparse trees and shrubbery grew in spurts, but he could see the smoke of the fire looming into the sky above him. He was close now. The smell had lessened, the meal either eaten or destroyed, and Link preferred the latter. He took off into the treeline, paws beating into the undergrowth.

Not even a few minutes passed before he spotted the clearing ahead. The trees had closed in somewhat, a far denser forest surrounded Link now. The light of the campfire was clearly visible in the shade of the canopy, the pit crackling in the dying light of day. Of course, he had picked up the sound of combat before even registering the campfire or the light.

Grunting, steel clashing, soft thumps of arrows sprouting in packed dirt and tree bark. Transforming mid jump into the clearing, Link pulled his sword and shield off his back, the hiss of steel ringing through the clearing, joining the sounds of combat.

Four moblins were in the middle of the fight: swords and spears in hand. Scattered around the clearing were small octopus creatures, spitting large nuts into the fierce melee. The nuts were hitting their allies more than their enemy, interrupting the combat. He couldn’t see the archers, but Link had smelt something else in the clearing, and those arrows weren’t coming from nothing. Amid the moblins, a Hylian; sword glinting in the light as he deflected blows meant for him.

Link rushed the nearest octo, running it through on his sword. Using his momentum, he rolled over it and withdrew his blade, jumping over one of the nuts shot at him by another of the octopus things. Swinging his shield out, he managed to catch the next one in midair, sending it back at the attacker. Spinning back around, he stabbed into the next nearest octo-nut thing, finishing it and dislodging his sword with a fierce kick, sending it toppling.

“H-hey! A bit of help here!”

Link spun towards the moblins and Hylian, the boy’s voice shouting above his attacker’s bellows of fury. Link growled, breaking away from his kill and running towards the melee. Oh wait, wasn’t ther-

With a dull thump, Link’s side erupted in pain. Those octo things weren’t spitting nuts, they were obviously spitting rocks. Link stumbled, facing the octorock just in time to earn a rock to the face. He clenched his teeth, feeling blood in his mouth. Broken nose? Maybe. Broken ribs? Probably.

He backpedaled and fell flat on his ass, barely raising his shield in time to deflect the next rock. “Damn.” He managed, spitting out a glob of blood. He had been so quick to forget about the last one, what with the cry for help.

He braced for the next rock. Then waited. But it never came. Peering up and over his shield, he spotted his attacker: skewered by a shining silver blade held by the previously surrounded Hylian. He was dressed in a green tabard over a brown tunic, shirt, and trousers; his tousled golden-brown hair hanging over his eyes as he caught his breath.

Link looked over to where the moblins had been, spotting their bodies sprawled out, dark blood pooling together.

He hissed under his breath, pulling himself up as he held his side with his arm. Sheathing his sword, he touched his side, feeling for damage. He’d probably broken a rib or something. He spit out another globule of blood. He hadn’t broken his nose, just bit his tongue. Thank the goddesses, he’d broken his nose more than enough. His ribs seemed fine too, thankfully.

“Hey,” The other Hylian pulled Link out of his self-inspection, locking eyes as the boy shook his hair out of his eyes. “Thanks for the save.” He removed his sword from the octorock, startlingly clean of blood as it glinted in the twilight. “Best way to deal with moblins? Make them cocky. Call for help, plead for mercy, whatever.” He spun his sword around, sheathing it on his back as he touched at a cut on his arm.

Link slung his shield over his shoulder, letting the stranger continue.

“And I’m pretty sure you had them dead to rights even if they didn’t get cocky.” He smiled kindly at Link, waving him over to the fire. “Though it looks like one of those octorocks clocked you in the face…” He trailed off as he knelt and reached into a pouch near the fire. Link silently applauded himself for getting the monster’s name right, joining the boy by the fire.

“Here, drink a bit of this.” He had pulled out a bottle, red liquid sloshing inside.

“A potion?”

The stranger nodded. “Yeah, I already had the first dose so it’s lost a bit of its potency, but it should be more than enough.”

Link shrugged and uncorked the bottle, holding his breath as he took a swig.

“So, what brings you so far into South Hyrule? You one of those frontiersmen from Saria Town?” He had also sat down by the fire, dabbing the cut on his arm with a cloth. But he shook his head. “Wait. Sorry, I’ve been out of society a bit, so forgive my manners. My name’s Link, who a-”

Link, the one who was now choking on the last drop of the red potion, started coughing.

The stranger, apparently also named link, almost made a move to help, but a raised hand stopped him.

Link finished clearing the potion from his lungs. It was working; his face and side had dulled down to nothing more than a distant ache. He didn’t inhale all of it, thankfully.

This impersonator though, _had_ thrown him off.

“ _You’re_ Link. Hero of Hyrule?”

The boy gave a half-smile. “Yeah, some people call me that. Mainly the princesses though.”

“Princesses.”

“Yeah,” The boy finished dabbing at the cut on his arm, looking up at Link. “I don’t care much for titles though, honestly. I’d prefer if you called me Link.”

The boy held out his hand to shake. Link hesitated a moment before taking it. “Link.”

“Yep. And what do I call you?”

“I meant my name is Link.”

The boy raised a brow. “Really? Small world.”

“Hero of Twilight.” Link finished, the boy turning and giving Link a sideways glance.

“That’s a new one. I assume you defeated Ganon too?”

Link nodded slowly, keeping his expression serious. He had run into one or two impersonators before since Zelda gave him the title. None of those idiots could fight though, just people looking for free stuff.

This boy did not look like the average scam artist either. His outfit was too distinct, and he was missing the poorly done face paint version of his own tattoos. He looked almost abundantly average, save for the sword on his back. And the way he was eyeing Link seemed too wary, like he’d been on the receiving end of this sort of thing as well. Something was definitely up.

The other Link gave a small sigh, turning back to the dwindling fire. “And you’re from where, exactly?”

Link leaned on his knees, the potion’s effects all but completely numbing the pain of his previously broken rib. “Ordon. A small village south of the Faron Woods.”

The boy grinned, turning back to Link. “Aha! You lot always think I’m from somewhere, well I’m a wanderer, not some quiet villager.”

Link narrowed his eyes at him. “Quiet villager is _not_ what I am. I freed the Light Spirits, drove away the Twilight, and ran Ganondorf through with the Blade of Evil’s bane.” He was ready to argue about this, but something seemed off to him. “And I take it you faced the Cave of Ordeals as well? Or whatever other more ridiculous rumors Telma’s been stirring up?” Link was being specific, overly so. Something was off about this impersonator.

The other boy leaned away from Link, a quizzical look on his face. “No. No I did not. I don’t even know what a Light Spirit is. Where are you pulling from? Who is Telma?”

Link stood up quickly, beginning to pace. The other Link shot up with him, more in surprise than anything. Things were clicking into place. Moblins. An unknown landscape. An impersonator- no, another hero. He snapped his fingers, turning to the bewildered other Link, who had been watching him pace with a slightly worried gaze.

“Time travel, it has to be.”

The other boy opened his mouth to speak, but Link kept going.

“Moblins, monsters only spoken about in old stories, infesting an underground labyrinth and attacking in the forest. Other monsters I’ve never even seen before, like the octorock or the robed fire guys.”

“Wizrobes?”

“Yeah, yeah. And then there’s you: an impersonator who gets everything wrong-”

“Excuse me?”

“- from where I’m from to what I’ve done. Telma gets these stories out, I know she does even though I’ve asked her not to several times. You not hearing about them, yet trying to impersonate me still, is too far out for me.”

The other Link’s mouth opened then closed, clearly not sure what to say.

“You’ve never even heard of a Light Spirit, and sure they’re mostly legends at this point, but they’re not unknown.” Link stopped pacing, crossing his arms.

“I had this vague feeling something was off, and I’ve felt it before but only from when…” Link hesitated a moment. “…only when I met another hero. His ghost, anyway.”

“I’m no ghost.”

“I know, I know.” Link said quickly. “Neither of us are, and neither of us are _lying_. We are both heroes. Just from different times.”

The other Link continued standing for a moment before sitting down and grabbing a stick, poking at the fire. Link watched him for a second. “Well? It at least kind of fits, and I’ve traveled through time before. Not this drastically, but I have.”

He tossed the stick in the fire, looking up at Link. “I believe you.”

“Really? I probably wouldn’t believe me.”

“It’s too ridiculous to be made up. At least, too ridiculous to be made up by an impersonator.”

He watched the fire a moment before sighing. “Never a dull moment, I guess.”

Link sat back down by the fire, waiting for the other hero to continue.

“I guess I’ve just been waiting for the next call, though I did expect it to be Impa again. Maybe a third princess to save.” He smiled at what was clearly a sort of inside joke. He looked Link in the eyes, now with a small smile. “So, what brings you here?”

Link’s smile dropped slightly. “Well, I’m not sure what brought me here. It was some sort of shadowy archway. It spat me out in an underground ruin, up the mountain. It disappeared right after it did that.”

The Hero of Twilight looked up at the mountain, partially visible through the forest’s canopy in the last light of day. “I thought a wizard might have sent me here. But now…”

He glanced at the other Link, considering what he’d seen so far. How much did not add up, and how much pointed in seemingly no direction at all.

“… I have no idea.”

* * *

Link took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The air was cool, filled the smell of trees and dirt. It was something he hadn’t really appreciated when he had first come down to the Surface. Of course, Fi had been pushing him forward the whole time, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time to stare at the world he had found himself in.

Some of the other Hylians, previously residents of Skyloft who moved down with Link, Zelda, and Groose, were working on their houses deeper in the woods, but sky was content to rest against the trees, and take in the world around him. He had earned it, Zelda would say. And so did she, he’d argue.

He smiled to himself. He was always thankful for what he’d had before his journey, what he found during it, and what they were building afterwords. But…

Link sighed quietly, standing up from the tree. But he _wasn’t_ relaxed like the rest. Something deep inside himself burned and yearned for something new, something different. And that was exactly what he intended to find. He had his Knight’s uniform, a shield on his back, and a new sword over his shoulder. Not Fi, of course, but quality nonetheless.

He reached into his pouch, pulling out his sailcloth. It was a massive piece of white cloth, far bigger than the last one Zelda had made for him, but she had insisted on making him a new one after his previous got ruined during his battle with the Demon King. She had also made one for Groose, who wore it proudly. They'd grown closer, the three of them. Link knew they were all the better for it.

He spun his sailcloth up and over his shoulders, hooking it, and wearing it like a cloak. Or maybe a cape? He mentally shrugged, tightening his belt. It was time. He began walking forward, lifting the sailcloth cape to his face, breathing in the smell of the woods, and of Zelda. A sweet scent of baked goods she’d gotten into making recently, and the smell of the sky. It would remind him of home as he traveled.

Taking another moment to breathe in the forest, his new home, his sailcloth; he didn’t even notice when he stepped through an archway of darkness into open air.


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